I saw your name on the caller ID display.
He kissed the back of my neck playfully, and asked if I knew who it was. I shook my head and picked up the phone.
I tried to sound nonchalant. I tried to kiss him through my talking.
Your phone kept cutting out. “Look,” you said. “I need you to be honest with me. Please. Do you still love me?”
A hand reached across my face, and lips met with mine.
“No,” I breathed out. “No.”
– Andrea

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